Warning: Unedited.

Warning: Lots of mature language.

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Patient Notes:

Name: Faye Hades

Location: Unknown

State of Patient: Healthy; with child

Patient Blood Type: AB-

Test Number: #8907

Testing Date: N/A.

Test: Medically Induced Labor

Desires Result: Safe birth of child

Result: N/A

Notes: Keep patient healthy. Ordered to be kept alive and healthy, three meals a day. Will induce labor three weeks after patients arrival if given the order to do so.

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I was jolted awake from my restless slumber by a harsh landing. I gasped and looked around, sweat trickling down my temple.

I remembered then just exactly where I was, and it took me everything not to choke on rising sobs. I wouldn't let my enemy see me in this state, and I certainly wouldn't let my unborn child get hurt.

My hands weren't tied together, thank god, so they immediately shot to my stomach in a gentle, but protective, embrace.  My heart felt like it was racing at the speed of light, because I knew it was beating fast but I certainly couldn't feel it.

Everything hurt. From the lids of my eyes to the tips of my toes, sore and achy feelings jolted through me and made my entire being scream in protest. Don't move, don't move! It seemed to plead, but I ignored it.

I lifted my knee so it was bent and pushed backwards slowly. The sound of scraping followed my small movements under me told me that I was laying down on a dirt-floor. I glanced upwards and saw that the ceiling, which was a few feet taller than me should I be standing, were jagged uneven columns of rocks and stone. They didn't look like they would fall, which was a good thing for me.

Then the metal bars drilled into the columns caught my eye. Jail bars, they looked like, leaving no room for anyone to squeeze through.

I turned my eyes and saw the open door, with Livius standing in front of it. His hand was on the silver bars, not closing it but keeping himself placed in front of it.

"Thank you for cooperating with me," Livius finally said, his eyes watching as I slid myself against the wall, my knees protectively in front of my stomach. "You'll be safe here."

"Don't bullshit me," I ground out in reply, my teeth dragging together to contain my boiling rage. "Nothing about you is safe. Don't you even dare try to define safe-"

"Calm down," Livius said, his relaxed stance and mild eyes not leaving me as he held a hand up. My eyes narrowed at the interruption of my words, and I growled under my breath. "Being stressed isn't good for a pregnancy, you know."

That did it. Something snapped inside of me and the next thing I saw was a red mist taking over my vision. With an enraged yell, I darted to my feet and raced towards Livius. He knew it was coming, because the door slammed shut and he had stepped back. My front half rammed right into the closed door, my stomach taking most of the force.

The air was knocked out of my chest and a nearly unbearable pain shot through my stomach. I stumbled back and wrapped my arms around my stomach, taking a few seconds to get rid of the shock from the sudden impact.

When I had recovered, I ran to the bars again and let out an inhumane snarl, as if I were a caged animal unable to reach it's target.

"You can snarl and reach all you want," Livius told me with an amused chuckle, scratching the stubble on his chin as he gazed at me with a sense of humor. "It won't help you. Dinner will be at seven every night, and you'll shower every morning after breakfast."

"Bite me," I quipped, curling a lip upwards. "You're a filthy, horrid, ass-licking son of a bitch," I continued rapidly, my fists balling with every word I added, "and you'll get what you deserve: your head up your ass and your round tables cut off and fed to rabid animals!"

Livius grinned. "Thank you," he mused, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Bastard!" I spat, his unbothered tone only fueling my rage. I cursed him out some more with highly colorful words that probably would have gotten my tongue cut off if my parents heard what they were.

All the while, Livius just leaned back against a beaten up couch that was turned facing away from the cell. He had lit a cigarette and was watching me with amusement as he smoked the damn place up. Mothertrucker!

When I ran out of breath and words, the murderous red haze around my vision had disappeared and left behind a wave of exhaustion and weakness. My hands were throbbing, sometime during my rant they had curled as tightly as they could around two of the cell's bars and were begging painfully to be released.

I unclasped my red hands from the bars and backed away, sliding back down the wall like before and putting my face in my hands.

I knew Livius wasn't gone, the smell of smoke didn't disappear anytime soon and I could hear him puffing it out like a puffer fish.

"Have you kept your promise?" I whispered, refusing to let my eyes go up to him.

"Hm?" Livius asked questioningly, his attention captured by my words. "Repeat that, yeah?"

"I said," I mumbled, lifting my head and looking at one of the metal bars but not at him, "did you keep your promise? The one about leaving everyone else alone?"

My question was met with silence for a while, and every second of it I was spiraling into a mixture of despair and rage. But the feelings soon faded when he finally said, "Yes."

"Surprising," I murmured to myself. Louder, so he could hear, I asked, "How can I believe you?"

My enemy lifted his cigarette so it was only mere inches from his face. He twisted the object between his fingers slowly, studying the haze of smoke that came from the end. He looked dashing in that moment, I'll admit, but it was dangerously so. Deadly. Sinful. "You shouldn't," he responded, his eyes leaving the wisps of smoke and locking with my own. "But if you know anything about trust, then you're going to have to believe me when I say that I never break a promise."

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Jackson

I returned to utter chaos. As we walked up to the Hover's Leader's housing, my stomach leaped into my throat. Bodies were being dragged into two separate piles, and healers were racing around in frantic to tend to wounded.

"What the hell?" My father breathed in, not bothering to try and hide his own shock and horror.

My mind immediately went from how this devastation happened to my wife and unborn child.

I broke away from my father and mother, pushing through the crowd of people and sprinting as fast as I could to the house. I swear to God, if Faye was in any way hurt ..

When I saw Lucy, I came to a halt. At first I thought she could have been a grieving girl who lost a family member or something, but when I saw her look up I recognized her. She was .. Oh god.

"Lucy?" I hurried towards her and grabbed her arm gently, pulling her up and placing a hand on her back. "Lucy, what's wrong? Is Quince okay?"

Lucy choked on a loud sob, burying her face in her hands and backing up. "F-F-Faye.."

Faye! My heart burst with despair and worry, and I quickly shot past my friend and pushed into the house.

"Faye?" I yelled once I was inside, but to my frustration and concern, all was quiet. I checked all the rooms upstairs first, but found every one of them empty.

I raced back downstairs and hurried towards the meeting room. Guards were posted outside the closed door and when I tried to open it, one put their hand on my chest. "No entry, buddy. Sorry."

"Move out of my way or you'll be trying to speak with my shoe in your goddamn throat," I snapped, slamming the door open.

I saw Faye's parents and many other people sitting around the table in a grave discussion, and I could tell Faye was not alright.

Heads and eyes snapped to me in surprise, but I wasn't going to drag things out.

"Who took her?" I asked, enraged. The one who dare take my wife and child were going to pay. Brutally. When nobody at the table answered, I slammed my fists down as hard as I can. This certainly got their attention.

"I will say it again!" I roared, letting my heated gaze rake cruelly over each one of them. "Who. Fûcking. Took her?"

Tom Foreigner stood up, walking up beside me and looking down at the councilmen with an expression I learned to note as contained rage. This man knew how to control his anger, but he was having much trouble doing so.

"Mr. Hades-" Johan Clarke, senior councilmen started, but I snarled.

"Don't get fûcking formal with me, I am not in a good mood," I spat, my knuckles turning white as I dug them harshly into the top of the table. "Stop giving all of us your bullshitting excuses and tell me where my wife and unborn child are!"

He cleared his throat, taken aback by my outrage. These men and women around the table, for weeks, have come to recognize me as usually calm and collected. They were not accustomed to this side of me. Good.

"They are .. They are with Livius."